Page 18 of Beneath His Alpha's Wings
“Yes?”
“It’s not a full moon tonight…”
Kessel laughed. “We’re not werewolves, Lucas. Yeah, we are forced to shift and lose control during the full moon, but we can shift any other night.”
I could change anytime I wanted.
And there it was, the final nail in the coffin. I knew now that Knash had nothing but bad intentions. In a way, this was even more damning than spending the full moon together, knowing there was a chance he'd kill me. Yes, the evening of the full moon was unforgivable. Yet, it could still be explained, not excused, but explained by his bear’s desire for mates and cubs to replace the family he claimed had been killed.
But there was no reason to lie to me about when I could and couldn't shift, unless it was for the sole purpose of controlling me. I would never have attempted to escape at night as a human knowing that a bear could track me down. I wouldneverhave tried to cross him or fight with him, knowing that he could shift into a bear and I couldn’t. But the fact that Icouldchange into a bear too, that changed my ability to escape him or to stand up for him. That changedeverything. And that meant that no matter what Knash said, or how he acted to the contrary, Ihadbeen a prisoner there.
Chapter Four
Kessel
“Who’s there?” I whispered, half-forgetting I had a guest. Not a guest, but someone under my protection. And yet, I wasn’t on alert, just lazily curious.
“I couldn’t sleep.” Lucas’s shadow danced across the room, thanks to the moonlight. I sat up, filled with sympathy for the poor omega. I wondered if it was pregnancy woes or just being in a strange place. The sound of the wind and waves cold take some getting used to.
“Are you…” I trailed off as I noticed he was naked—completely naked, his erect dick pointed right at me as if I were its target.
I wanted to be its target.
“You look…” Amazing? No that wasn’t good enough. He looked—everything. His belly was much larger than it had looked under his clothing. Sexy as fuck.
“Naked and needy?” he asked, his hand reaching down, his long fingers wrapping around his cock and giving it a single tug.
My own strained in my boxers in response. I found myself standing, crossing the room to him.
He met me halfway and we stopped, mere inches from each other. I shouldn’t do this. He was in my care. I should be responsible.
He reached up and ran his finger down my chest.
Wait? Where was my shirt?
And my boxers?
I was naked!
Then his lips slammed into mine and all my reasons for not doing this flew out the window. I wanted him and he wanted me. We were both consenting adults. Full stop.
I placed my hand on his belly. I never knew how sexy growing a baby could be. “I want you,” I whispered in his ear. “Tell me what you like?”
“You. In. Me,” was all he said and all I needed.
“Bend over and put your hands on the bed.” I stood out of his way, watching as he jumped to comply, his perfect ass now on full view for me.
“Yes,” I groaned, pressing my dick to give it even the slightest bit of relief. “Like that.” I tapped the inside of his thighs so that he took a wider stance, giving him stability and me the most magnificent view. “Perfect.”
I stepped in close, my body pressed to his and ran my hands down his back and to his ass, giving it a squeeze and spreading the cheeks for a slightly better look. I was a selfish bastard and wanted to see it all, feel it all, taste it all.
He wiggled back against me. There would be time for tasting later. He needed me. My omega needed me.
Not mine.
The. The omega.
Mine. My owl wanted him too. I pushed my owl back.
